”“Oh, I’m sorry...”“No! I don’t mean the company. I enjoyed the work, and apart from my line manager was happy in it. But I got away from ... difficult situation, and out of a developing rut. It’s been an interesting experience, on the road, so to speak.”“Ah. I was hoping to tempt you back. Either full time, or as a contractor. Either way, you could expect a substantial pay rise and promotion.”“Um...” I couldn’t think of a suitable response.“Would you come to see us? Talk about what we have in. But I really think my father had to fire a man on the job and the man stabbed my father in the chest. but my step mother never took us to see him in the hospital but I didn't care at that time. But all I know is I had a nice vacation from getting a beat down by him. When my father got out of the hospital his mental state of mind had got worse my father's definitely had a mental problem he drank vodka on his days off from work and beat me or he beat my step mother. But all I know is that some. I could recount the hours of draining my noodle dry til flakes of skin were all that filtered out between my fingers as my cock went limp gave up the ghost but my salacious hunger refused to believe it.... My eyes rolling back in my head now to scan the memory of sequential bliss it was a natural progression from shock to feigned laughter to disinterest but inevitably the clawing, knuckle dragging lust which led me to dumbfounded drooling at so much the hint of a swelling male member. I'd. He said that he would have to tie me down and beat me. Well, something inside of me said, “Go ahead” and, well, he did. Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being spanked, and loving it, because he kept reminding me of my erection. It was also obvious that this binding of me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I.